An Espresso shot

NOT MY ART (artist: @mwmriaa on insta)

Ukraine, in hopes of not failing this year of her studies, she would always drop by the coffee shop every Saturday to have some hours of pure study time. She always ordered an Espresso shot to boost her moral. And it was always Canada, the boy who worked behind the counter, who placed it in front of her.

They never thought much about each other, Ukraine only knew his name from the tag of his apron and he only learned her name by taking a quick peak of her textbook. But when Ukraine ordered a second shot, that was what broke the iceberg.